I am feeling grossly nostalgic in the most cliche way.
Imagine a scene from a coming of age film, where at the end, he rides off on a bus to the new city he’s never been to. He’s leaving all his friends and family and everything he’s ever known behind him to face the unknown, and he watches his hometown slowly slip past him through the misty greyhound window. The orange light from the gently setting sun hits his face, and Bankrupt on Selling starts playing.
That’s how I’m feeling.
For no fucking reason.
What the fuck, mood swings.
Seeing Nick Cave in December as of 5 minutes ago